Quotes About Remembrance

the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

The cowboy has now gone to worlds invisible; the wind has blown away the white ashes of his campfires; but the empty sardine box lies rusting over the face of the Western earth.

En gång ska du vara en av dem som levat för längesen. Jorden skall minnas dig så som den minns gräset och skogarna, det multnade lövet. Så som myllan minns och så som bergen minns vindarna. Din frid skall vara oändlig så som havet.

Und was passiert, wenn du nicht mehr da bist, um [...] mich immer daran zu erinnern, wie ein Zuhause ist?

We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

I remembered you with my soul clenched

Cuando estamos lejos de la patria nunca la recordamos en sus inviernos. La distancia borra las penas del invierno, las poblaciones desamparadas, los niños descalzos en el frío. El arte del recuerdo sólo nos trae campiñas verdes, flores amarillas y rojas, el cielo azulado del himno nacional.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

Life is so short. Forgetting is so long

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

He vivido tanto que un día tendrán que olvidarme por fuerza.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido

Love us so short; forgetting is so long

A victory for us alone would be petty. She is the final flower of those who have fallen.

A hundred years from now they'll still be ploughing up skulls. And I seemed to be in that time and looking back. I think I saw our ghosts.

As if you cope with loss by ingesting the dead person

Many of the girls were crying again; I wondered how many of them had been promised in marriage to young men whose bodies now lay rotting inside the walls of Troy.

What kind of world is it, Ben thought, that lets its coaches die without his boys around him, buying him Cokes, calling him by his first name, and rubbing his shoulder with Atomic Balm? He died without a face in a room I never saw without my kisses in the stained gauze or without my prayers entering the center of his pain. But worst of all, O God, you let him die, let Coach Murphy die, let Dave die, without my thanks, my thanks, my thanks.

The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn't much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art.

He had illuminated the heartbreaking cruelty of war: When men who fight become nothing, only packages of bones and blood deposited in the earth with no clarion call to memory, those they love are left without a way to make such devastating loss hold meaning.